“You should tell her.” Quinn says quietly, staring straight ahead and keeping her face as blank as possible. Santana is caught off guard, her head cocked towards Quinn.
“What?” She tears her eyes away from where Brittany and Artie are standing by his locker to look at Quinn. Things between them have been getting better since they had their fight. It was as if everything they had ever had against each other had been gotten out in those moments, and two nights later Quinn drove over to Santana’s house to apologize, and Santana had simply looked up from her freshly painted nails, stared at her, and given her a tiny, tiny smile before patting the space in front of her bed and handing her a nail file. To be honest, Santana had needed her best friend back. With Brittany spending most of her time with Wheels McDork, Santana had been kind of lonely. She’d never admit it out loud, but it was nice having Q back.
“You should tell her how you feel.” Santana’s eyes narrowed. Okay. This was one thing S hadn’t missed: Q’s creepily accurate reading of Santana.
“There’s nothing to tell.” Quinn finally looked over at Santana, arching one of her eyebrows and giving her that famous Quinn Fabray look.
“Of course there’s not.” She said skeptically, and Santana rolled her eyes, scoffing quietly.
“I’ll tell her once you tell him.” She shot back, glancing over at where Quinn had been staring. Quinn briefly glanced over where Artie and Brittany where standing, and she looked back at Santana.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said quickly, and Santana smirked, thankful that she had been able to distract the blonde momentarily.
“Of course not.” Santana said. “C’mon, Q, we’ll be late for Glee.” She said, turning away from the couple near the lockers. Quinn bit her lip before turning around also, and they walked down the hall together, thoughts consumed by someone else.
(Source: albrightsally)
